#Chapter 132 – United

When Victor and Evelyn walk back into the campsite, him still leaning heavily on her shoulder, their family is waiting for them.

Ian and Alvin rush forward, throwing themselves into their parents’ arms.

“We’re so glad you’re okay,” Alvin whispers, his voice excited but edged with sleepiness.

“Did you win?” Ian asks, looking excitedly up at his dad.

His dad ruffles his hair and gives him a warm smile, but doesn’t answer. It’s a complicated question.

Instead, the family moves, together, towards the still-burning fire at the middle of the campsite. Marissa and Bridgette are there, waiting, and Henry rolls out onto the porch of his cabin. Looking around, Victor can see his Beta team edging closer, all eager to hear the results of the trial.

“Well well,” Henry says, folding his hands in his lap. “I see that one of my sons has returned, apparently victorious. And where is Rafe?”

Evelyn can see Bridgette biting her lip, anxious.

Victor flicks his head backwards, indicating the still-dark forest, though dawn is starting to light the sky. “He’s still out there, writhing in the snow, feeling the effects of wolfsbane.”

Bridgette gasps, getting shakily to her feet, staring out into the woods. Evelyn’s heart goes out to her; if it had been Rafe that returned to let them know that Victor was lying in the snow, suffering, she’d be desperate to help him.

Henry opens his mouth to say more, but Victor interrupts him. “Rafe cheated. He sent a proxy in to take his place in the fight, not showing up until his entire force had been wiped out.”

Henry nods, glancing at the boys, who had told him the same. He opens his mouth, ready to declare a winner.

“But,” Victor continues, “the final blow to Rafe was not delt with my hand.”

look at Victor and Evelyn, confused. Silence reigns in

shrugs.

“And now I’m going to bed. We can talk about all of this,” she

out in the morning after the medic teams go retrieve the wounded.” With this, he looks pointedly at his lead Beta, who nods, salutes, and then hurries off to retrieve Rafe and the twenty wounded Betas from

chance to protest, Evelyn grabs two metal mugs out of a box of supplies and then, decisively,

she helps the boys out of their snow gear.

She turns to see Victor tending to his ankle,

broken?” she

foot. “Sprained, I think, but badly.” She hands him a long strip of gauze from a first-aid pack she finds beneath the bed and he wraps his ankle tightly. When he finishes, Evelyn hands him two ibuprofen from the kit and half a mug of wine with which to wash them

popping the pills into his mouth and then chasing them with sauvignon blanc. “Whiskey would have

his injured leg up onto

bed as well, curling up next to him, her mostly-empty glass of wine still pressed

Victor murmurs, dragging a frustrated hand down his

murmurs, taking the final sip of her wine and then lazily putting the cup up on the nearby windowsill. They are silent, a moment, before she says, “They’re not going to take this

have to get through you three first,” he says, smiling and stroking her hair, “I think I’m in a pretty good

to him, not letting herself think about tomorrow,

eyes, the sun is streaming through the windows of the cabin. She blinks against it as she feels Victor sitting up next to her, working to stand. She pushes herself up and puts out her hands to

Evelyn,” he says, wincing as he puts his

the room, rubbing his eyes. “We’re not missing the

murmurs, rubbing a hand over her sleepy

a small laugh before hobbling off towards the bathroom. He knows she

already up!” he says, eager. “Look, there’s uncle Rafe!” Alvin joins him at the window, peering out to see their uncle bundled in blankets, sitting in a wheelchair borrowed from their grandfather. He twitches, lightly, wincing in pain every few moments from the wolfsbane still coursing

“He’s pretty beat

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